The Man Who Followed Me Home
by Moonknight
She thought she was safe once she stepped off the crowded street and onto the familiar path home. But safety is an illusion. Somewhere in the dark, footsteps echoed-too steady, too close, too deliberate.
What begins as a fleeting sound soon turns into an unbearable truth: someone is following her. A stranger cloaked in shadows, whose face is never seen, but whose presence she can feel breathing down her neck.
Each turn of the alley, each creak of the floorboards, each whisper of the night grows heavier with dread. Is it paranoia? Or has she truly become the obsession of the man who refuses to let her walk alone?
A haunting tale of fear, obsession, and survival-where home may no longer mean safety.
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